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SIR,
BY the next Carrier (for yet I must say so again) you shall hear when this Embassador will be gone. The mean while let me entertain you with the inclosed Paper, which the Duke of Savoy hath published in his own defence; joyning together the Sword and Reason.
Sir Robert Mansfield is still in restraint. Sir Thomas Overbury not only out of liberty (as he was) but almost now out of Discourse.
We have lately started at a dispatch from Ireland, importing a variance there, about the choice of a Speaker in the summoned Parliament; which came to so sharp a point, that the Deputy was fain to fetch wisdome from hence. Sure it is, that the humours of that Kingdome are very hovering, and much awaked with an apprehension taken that we mean to fetter them with Laws of their own ma∣king; which in t•…•…th were an ingenious strain of State. My 〈◊〉〈◊〉 and Lady are stollen down into Kent for a few dayes to take in some fresh air. They go not this next Progress, if my Brother can get leave of the King to see his Grand-children; where he intends to spend some fortnight, and the rest of the time between Boughton and Canterbury.
A Match treated and managed to a fair probabili∣ty between my Lord Cook's Heir, and the second Daughter of Sir Arthur Throckmorton, is suddenly broken; the said Lord Cook having underhand en∣tertained discourse about the Daughter of the late Sir Thomas Bartlet, who in defect of her Brother, shall be Heir of that Name.
I have nothing more to say; and therefore God keep you and my sweet Neice in his continual love.
Your poor Uncle, faith∣full Friend, and willing Servant, H. WOTTON.
Albertus (God be thanked) groweth better and better, and in the midst of his own pains, hath remembred those in Suffolk, whom we both so much honour.